You have an amazing ability to depress me sometimes, you know that?" "I try my best.

Is he all scarred now? Magic gets rid of most physical scars, but I like to think I scarred him emotionally.

I cross the place where my heart used to be and hope to be even deader than I am now.

I'm sophisticated, charming, suave, and debonair, Professor. But I have never claimed to be civilized.

I don’t want a perfectly safe weapon. I want a dangerous weapon that hurts people.” He took the stick from her, rapped it against her head. She howled and he nodded. “See? It hurts people.

Valkyrie, I hate to be the one to tell you this, but your friend is most likely dead.” “Of course he’s dead. He’s a skeleton.

They might be kittens," she said hopefully. "They're stalking us." "They might be shy." "I don't think it's kittens, Valkyrie." "Puppies, then?